Lletres: Estrange. Interim. Smoother.

It's too late
I ran out of sideroads
There should have been a warningsign
Now I can but go on
The laughter when
I went mental in the hallway
But what is so damn amuzing when
I know just what I did
And now she is running pins
Into a doll that looks like me

Give me a small
Doze of morphine
And the smile that hides deep inside
Will crawl right into my eyes

They mean to
Make an incision on my mind
Remove what doesn't exist and
Its permeating tinge

But just one more small
Doze of morphine
And the one who left in graze
Will return and tell me I'm fine

Just another small
Doze of morphine
Let it steal me away
Let this inmate away from the pain

That kind of cuts
Must have kind of hurt
Did I pass out?

Leave me
Don't ever turn around I'll
Catch up with you in the next life
When things are running smoother
When things don't look this ugly
When children can be expected
And I'm not this infected brute
I'll sattle down with you

Is this right with you
Is this right with you

(Thanks to john for these lyrics)